If there's something you will make
You'll have to take
Your machine out of the dust

To satisfie your lust

We $#&@ the greenies law

Mad Bingo cracks will bleed
They'll end on circular saw
In Dead City we will meet


Alcoholic forces power
Will take us higher

You'll kill flower power
That is our desire


Silly poppers running wild
Keep on smiling like a child
When we scratch their face

Oh, what kind of grace

Prudish girls in disco-fashion

Enjoy peace, don't like any aggression
But we all know, they're so mad
Velbert is absolutely dead